Joseph. Than to Hierusalem lete us streyte wende,
ffor kynred gladly togedyr wole gon;
I hope he is ther with sum good ffrende;
Ther he hath cosyns ryght many on.
Maria. I am aferde that he hath fon,
ffor his grett wyttes and werkys good;
Lyke hym of wytt fforsothe is non,—
Every childe with hym is wrothe and wood.
Alas, my babe! my blys! my blood!
Whedyr art thou thus gon fro me?